"Why are there dolls sent to such a ghost place, the quality of life of rats on Staten Island is higher than here."

Danny, who was walking in front, grumbled under his breath and kicked open a cardboard box in front of him, startling him with a fat mouse that made Jack laugh.

He calls Staten Island, the least developed and farthest of New York's five boroughs, once home to the world's largest landfill.

Most apartment buildings in New York have basements or semi-basements, and it's illegal to rent out these basements, but in fact 9 out of 10 basements are full, because rents are rising despite the depression in New York's housing market.

The address Jack and Danny had been given in one of the semi-basements that had been converted into rent, and they stopped in front of a tin door as they walked down the stairs near the road and into the patio littered with trash and waste.

Danny stepped forward and knocked on the door, and Jack stood against the wall, one hand on the Glock guard around his waist, and he couldn't be too careful at this time.

"Who?" There was a question at the door, and there was the sound of loud music.

"Police, open the door!" Danny knocked twice more hard.

After a while, the door opened, and a young white man in his twenties cautiously showed half of his face at the door, "What's the matter?" ”

Danny showed him his credentials directly, "Oliver Peele? ”

When the two of them verified their identities, Jack on the side couldn't help frowning, this smell of marijuana was really a bit up.

"Stand aside, I'll answer you." Danny didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, and pushed the kid to the side and rushed in.

"What's going on, what do you want to do?" Oliver Peel looked a little nervous, but more confused.

As soon as Jack stepped into the tiny basement, he knew they were in the wrong place, and the room was filled with all kinds of dolls and shelves against the wall, except for a bed and the necessary furniture like a refrigerator.

Every doll is different, and Jack has never seen so many kinds of dolls in his two lives combined.

"Isn't it too old for you to play with these? Are you a collector? ”

He's also half a glue guy, so he can understand a little, but isn't it too unpopular to collect dolls, and even brings a little evil, which requires a little dim lighting, and he can directly shoot horror movies, and he may be able to empathize with the kind of figure that can be undressed.

Oliver Peel was still a little confused, nodded subconsciously, and shook his head again, "No, I'm a critic of World Doll Magazine." ”

"Oh~~~" Danny opened his mouth wide and let out a long sigh, "There is still such a profession in this world?" ”。

Jack effortlessly found their target among the pile of dolls, took it in his hand and pressed it, and sure enough, it was a familiar electronic voice, "Change my clothes, I'm shhhhhh ”

"It doesn't look like he."

Danny nodded and asked very perfunctorily, "There's a little girl missing this afternoon, you know, right?" Where were you at that time? ”

Oliver Peel was clearly more concerned about the doll in Jack's hand, "I just stayed in the room and didn't go anywhere, can you please don't take it, my comment hasn't been written yet." ”

"Excuse me." Jack returned the doll to him, and the suspicion could basically be ruled out.

The two of them left the basement, and there was a somewhat annoyed defense from behind them, "I know what you're thinking, it's actually a very important job, and a lot of moms trust my comments." ”

Jack wiped the non-existent cold sweat on his forehead, took out his mobile phone and called Jubal, now there is only one suspect left, I don't know how the investigation is going over there.

The F.B.I. analysts lived up to his expectations, and Jubal was quick to send the material.

"Donald Bens, a local toy seller, sounds like a good cover identity, from Florida, his wife is a local, she has photos and fingerprints, and they're digging for other information."

"Maybe it's him, this time I'll drive, you can rest for a while." Danny seemed to be in a much better mood, rubbing his hands together and looking at the Dodge Hellcat with some eagerness.

"If you're chasing someone, if you're going to change your position back, I don't want to get in trouble, understand?" Jack tosses the car keys to him.

Donald Bens' home is in Long Island County, and there are two Long Islands in New York, which Jack had confused when he first arrived, and Long Island City (Long Island City) sounds like a big neighborhood, but it's actually the equivalent of a neighborhood in Queens.

In addition to this, there is also Long Island County, which is a suburb outside New York City that extends west to the sea, which belongs to New York State but not New York City, which means that Danny's NYPD can't manage it here.

Housing in Long Island County is cheaper than in New York, less crowded than in the city, and like New Jersey on the other side, it's a bit of a New York backyard, with plenty of new apartment buildings but also bungalows.

Of course, the spacing between the houses here is not comparable to Jack's in Los Angeles, where the bombing didn't hurt the neighbor's lawn.

Donald Bens' house was one of three small two-story buildings connected to each other, and it was past 12 p.m. when they arrived, and it took a while to knock on the door.

"Mudley Bens?" The NYPD ID didn't work here, and this time it was replaced by Jack calling the door and directly showing his FBI ID.

A white woman in her forties tightened her nightgown and looked at the two of them with some vigilance, "Is there anything you can't come to the door during the day?" ”

"I'm sorry, it's a little girl's life, we need to talk to your husband, Donald Bens, is he at home?" Danny asked.

"No, no, what's wrong? What did he do? The woman subconsciously pinched the cross necklace with pearls on her chest, and her fingers unconsciously rubbed on it.

"Just talking to him, can we go in and have a look?" Jack withdrew his gaze and looked into the room behind her.

"Of course not." Mudley Bens flatly refused, her face showing a bit of disgust, "I'll be honest with you, I'm in the process of divorcing that bastard, I haven't seen him in months, and I just sent his last box of things yesterday. ”

Ah, is this the motive for the crime? Or is it an opportunity, to be precise?

Jack has a familiar sense of immediacy, and the Minotaur warrior in the South Bay case in Los Angeles has become a psychotic serial killer because of his divorce.

Now this kidnapper is skilled, and he knows how not to leave trace physical evidence as much as possible, maybe he is a habitual offender, and after getting married, he was honest for a few years, and after the divorce, he started to commit crimes again.

This speculation only flashed through Jack's mind, and then he was put out of his mind, and now that he was no longer at BAU, where was it so easy to run into a serial killer.

"Please give us the address you mailed to." Danny said with some eagerness.

"Wait a minute." Muldley Bens didn't close the door, walked straight back to the living room, and after a while walked back with a note.

"The address was the Lincoln Harbour Inn near the Inwood neighborhood, and I wrote the room number, and his cell phone number, but I didn't know if he was there, and so was the cell phone number, and I hadn't called him in months."

"Thank you, Ms. Bens." Jack took the note, and seeing that she was so cheerful, he also expressed his gratitude very politely, at least from the micro-expressions and movements, he couldn't see that the other party was lying or behaving abnormally.

Watching the two leave, Mudley Bens closed the door, but what she didn't know was that a few minutes later, the Dodge Hellcat, who had already left, turned off the headlights and parked quietly across the street not far from the house like a ghost.

"Didn't you say she didn't look like she was lying?" Danny was a little puzzled and a little anxious.

"We are running out of time, Teresa has type 1 diabetes, she has no insulin injections for more than 24 hours, and she could die of shock at any time."

"It's not a bit of time." Jack was more composed than he was, "Just in case, it's better than running for nothing." ”

Inwood was in the far north of Manhattan, and they would have to go back almost through the whole of New York City, and in case they were scammed, they wasted even more time.

As he spoke, he sent his mobile phone number to Jubal and asked him to find someone to locate the location of the mobile phone.

Time passed little by little, and just when Danny couldn't help but want to speak again, the light in the bedroom on the second floor opposite finally went out, and it didn't look abnormal, and just at this moment, Jack's phone screen also lit up.

The mobile phone location confirmation is at the Lincoln Harbour Inn in Innwood.

"Want to experience the Fast and the Furious?" Jack bared his teeth at Danny and smiled evilly.

"What?" Before the guy could react, he had already started the Dodge Hellcat and stepped on the gas pedal hard.

"Law~~~g~~~oil~~~Jack!"

(End of chapter)